He held the door open to the coffee shop, following the detective inside. She stopped just inside the door, looking around. It was warm and airy, lots of people milling about in the late morning.

"Remember, when we find Jake Cartons, I will question him." She told Lucifer, pointedly. But he wasn't listening. Lucifer had tensed, looking around the shop in an almost desperate fashion. "Lucifer? Did you hear-" He shushed her, putting up his hand. She raised her eyebrow at the disrespectful act. "Luci-"

"Just one moment, Detective, I am looking for someone." He stopped, his eyes landing on a young woman sitting near the far window. Kate watched as he smiled and began walking towards her.

"Hey." She whispered angrily at him. He brushed her off.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." He was so focused on her; he didn't seem to notice the look in Kate's eyes or her angrily whisper his name. Still, she stood watching as he walked right up to the woman's side and kneeled by her chair, placing his hand on the arm of the lounge chair where she sat. At no point did the woman move or even acknowledge that a man had suddenly moved into her personal space. Lucifer watched her for only a moment before he leaned in and began to whisper in her ear. Instead of jumping or being afraid, as Kate expected, her eyes glazed over, and her gaze fell more to the floor in front of her instead of the notebook she had been writing in.

There was nothing particularly interesting about this younger white woman. She was probably in her twenties, blond hair pulled up in a messy knot on top of her head, glasses almost askew as she had been bent over the notebook open in her lap. Her pen had stopped moving and she seemed to be listening so intently as to be unable to blink. Suddenly, Kate felt as if she were watching an intimate moment, and wanted to turn away, unsure what to do. She shifted uncomfortably as a single tear ran down the woman's cheek.

Then, he simply leaned back on his heels and watched as she put her book back in a purse she had at her feet, and they stood up together. It was only in that moment that the woman, turned as if to leave and looked up at Lucifer, finally seeing him. She didn't startle or look afraid in any way. Simply looked up, her eyes full of sadness. Kate couldn't see what he was saying to her, as his back was to her, but she watched as the woman nodded slowly. Lucifer placed both hands on the woman's cheeks and kissed her forehead, lingering a moment, as if sharing something beyond words. Then, the woman, almost smiling promptly turned and left the coffee shop.

"What the hell was that about?" Kate asked quietly as Lucifer joined her side, once again. He smiled, playfully.

"What the hell? I love that expression your humans throw around so freely. That was me appreciating a worshipper in a way my father has never been able to." Kate blinked at him, mouth gaping.

"Worshipper…? That woman was a satanist? She looked so… normal."

"Yes, much like the Christian nationalists appear normal, wouldn't you agree?" He taunted, still smiling at her.

"I didn't mean it like that-"

"I'm aware. When you are forced to imagine a satanist you picture a gothic clothed adult-child, who slaughters chickens and clings to any type of label that might make them feel special in their worthless lives. I've seen them, as well, and believe me, they are not anything I bother myself with. However, there are real satanists, much like Christians and Catholics, who run the spectrum of normal and fanatic. No, that woman was very much a normal woman who has chosen to put her faith in me, instead of my father." He left Kate standing there and joined the end of the queue of people. After a moment, Kate followed. Both kept their eyes forward, a tense feeling shared between them.

"What… what did you say to her?" Kate asked quietly, not turning her head.

"That's a very private question, dear detective." She waited for a moment, before realizing he wasn't going to continue. Then, Lucifer exhaled slowly, a somber look on his face.

"I told her, I see her. I see her story and her choices. I see her pain and her greatness. I told her that if she were to make the very difficult choice laying in front of her, it would be a great challenge, and she would want to give up so many times… I told her that her life was worth the effort. I have seen her life and it was worth it." Kate looked over at him, seeing a sadness in his features she had never seen before.

"Will she win?"

"I hope so." The line moved forward.